Misappropriate
Authors: Kathryn Kelly,Crystal Cuffley
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Literature & Fiction
Misappropriate
Kathryn Kelly Crystal Cuffley
(2014)
Tags: Literature Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Megan Foy is finally getting the big wedding she's dreamed of. With her new child and the affection of the brothers of the Death Dwellers' MC, her life is settling down.
However, a new threat rides into town and targets Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell, forcing him to reevaluate his life once more and endangering everyone. Most of all, it threatens Meggie's newfound peace.
This is a full-length novel.
Warning: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. CONTAINS A FEW HOT ALPHA BIKERS, LOADS OF STEAMY SEX, AS MUCH MUSHINESS AS OUTLAW CAN HANDLE, VIOLENCE AND EXCESSIVE PROFANITY.
Misappropriate
DEATH DWELLERS’ MC
KATHRYN KELLY
Misappropriate
KATHRYN KELLY
Edited by Crystal Cuffley
Cover by Crystal Cuffley
Copyright © 2014 by Kathryn Kelly
Copyright © 2014 Cover Art by Crystal Cuffley
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Manufactured in the United States of America
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogue in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Misappropriate:
A Misled Novella
Megan Foy is finally getting the big wedding she's dreamed of. With her new child and the affection of the brothers of the Death Dwellers' MC, her life is settling down.
However, a new threat rides into town and targets Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell, forcing him to reevaluate his life once more and endangering everyone. Most of all, it threatens Meggie's newfound peace.
This is a full-length novel.
Warning: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. CONTAINS A FEW HOT ALPHA BIKERS, LOADS OF STEAMY SEX, AS MUCH MUSHINESS AS OUTLAW CAN HANDLE, VIOLENCE AND EXCESSIVE PROFANITY
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Table of Contents
Dedication
To my Facebook fans for your love and support.
To Outlaw’s ladies—this one’s for you.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Megan Caldwell said. She glared at the three men surrounding her after listening to their suggestion that she go away so her husband, Christopher “Outlaw” Caldwell, could enjoy the bachelor party they’d planned for him. They’d waylaid her on her way from meeting with the lady she’d hired to help her decorate her and Christopher’s house. Meggie only had time to open the door to the room she shared with Christopher at the MC, thank her mother for babysitting, and watch Dinah scoot through the wall of men Meggie now faced. “CJ and I will stay in the room and—“
Mortician, Enforcer of the club and the man with a variety of handy skills, folded his arms, muscles rippled on his dark brown skin, while the skull ring he never seemed to remove leered from his middle finger. Though cold outside, he wore short sleeves under his cut. “C’mon, Megan,” he persisted. “You think Prez’ll enjoy himself knowing you and his kid right down the hall?”
She glanced back at her sleeping son. Judging from her achy breasts, his feeding time was approaching. Only six and a half months old, he was the size of a baby eight or nine months and already a smaller version of Christopher with the blueness of his eyes changing to a deeper shade of green with each passing day.
Her
hair might’ve been golden, but her son’s was just as black as his daddy’s. A daddy who didn’t let him very far out of his sight. Besides, she didn’t have time to just leave with the near completion of their house and their church wedding ceremony coming up in a month. Not to mention, Valentine’s Day was
two
days away. “Christopher isn’t going to like this. He won’t want us—“
“Is it
him
or you, girl?” Digger, Mortician’s
real
brother, asked, cocking his head to the side.
All right so maybe it was
her
a little as well. But they wanted to throw her husband a bachelor party, complete with the Bobs—those women paraded out for special occasions and their exceptional oral skills.
“We’re already married,” she pointed out, jabbing Digger in the chest. He was taller than his older brother, a little less broad in the shoulders, arms, and chest. Mortician was
ripped
. Digger was muscled but…she frowned. Was she actually sizing up her husband’s officers?
“Why does he need a bachelor party?”
“Right, Megan,” Val, the bald-headed RC, grunted. His mouth kicked up in a smile, revealing the sexy dimple that made him irresistible to so many girls.
Umkay. Yes. Yes, she was sizing these men up. Men she’d known for over a year and thought of as friends and older brothers.
“Why you need some big fucking church wedding?” Val went on in the steely voice he adopted for intimidation. “You already married, huh?”
She’d walked right into that one. She stepped farther into the hallway, so their voices wouldn’t prematurely awaken her son. She’d be so glad when their house was finished because she was sick to death of living day-in and day-out at the MC. “Where am I supposed to go all of a sudden?”
“I’m with Megs,” a voice to the right of her said. Johnnie, Christopher’s cousin, and the club VP, leaned against the wall next to her.
Meggie looked at the ankle boots she wore, not wanting to stare at Johnnie. The one glimpse she had seen of his chiseled face, when she’d glanced between the space created by Mortician’s head and the wall, proved enough for her.
“Christopher will have your balls if he knows you’re pressuring his wife to leave,” he continued.
Johnnie’s blond hair, longer on top than on the sides, made his silver-gray eyes stand out. The heat of his gaze lasered her profile and she shifted her weight beneath his scrutiny. She didn’t have to look at him to know he studied her. He always did. And not in a brotherly way.
“I’m suggesting you asswipes back off,” he said lazily.
Meggie rocked back on her heels, satisfied at his defense. “He’s known about this bachelor party all along. He’s never once said he didn’t want me there. Or, at least, on the premises.”
“Prez wouldn’t want to upset you,” Mortician went on. His dreads had grown even longer in the fourteen or fifteen months since she’d met him. Today, they were queued and his strong neck flexed with his movements. “But we gonna have associates, hangers-on, and brothers from our support clubs as well as dudes from our out of town chapters. You know if you’re here Prez’s either gonna want you out there with him or he’s gonna be in here with you. How’s that gonna make him look to the other brothers?”
“Like he loves and respects his wife,” she snapped.
“Who the fuck are you?” Johnnie snarled, drawing everyone’s attention to a man who’d just walked out of the main room and into the hallway where only members and their guests were allowed.
Sardonic green eyes studied them and Meggie frowned when she caught a brief glimpse of him as Mortician shifted and turned to the side. A blue bandanna covered the man’s head and he wore a cut with unrecognizable rockers.
He raised his hands. “Sorry, brother. Looking for the shitter.”
The men now hid her, their backs to her in a semi-circle of towering, muscled protection. Behind them, she stood on her tiptoes to get another look at the interloper, placing her hands on Digger’s shoulders to balance herself.
“This ain’t the fucking way,” Digger growled.
“Yeah, fuckhead. Public shitters in the other direction,” Val added, raising an arm.
Meggie guessed it was to point toward the public
shitters
. They were on the other side of the main room, in the area of the pool tables and dart boards.
“Sorry,” the man said again, though something about his mocking tone told Meggie he wasn’t sorry at all.